“You have to use the U.S. post office? You’re not seeing the man anytime soon?” Katie really didn’t think so. “We’re—” she wondered how she could possibly explain her non-relationship to Laura. She hadn’t seen Tye in the week since Kade had come home. He’d avoided her like she’d come down with the plague. Or acquired a fiancé. She looked down. So she’d bought him a pair of shoes. A thank you present for his part in bringing Kade back to her. Or... well, okay, it might have been a hey, remember me? She’d added a little doodle of his closet with three pairs of shoes in it. She had no idea what he’d make of the gift. “Taking some time apart, exploring options, screwing up the hottest sex of your life?” Laura offered the list of options, no smile on her face. “That about sums it up.” She sat back on the bed. She’d made a mess of the packing tape. Good thing Tye never went anywhere without that knife of his, because she’d apparently gone for overkill and used half a roll on the box.
